An Hour’s Respite (Christopher Brennan Poems)
An hour's respite; once more the heart may dream: the thunderwheels of passion thro' the eve, distantly musical, vaporously agleam, ...
An hour's respite; once more the heart may dream: the thunderwheels of passion thro' the eve, distantly musical, vaporously agleam, ...
A faery land is this that far and highAnd all suffused with tints of pearl and rose,Above the crimson sunset ...
The host is riding from Knocknarea And over the grave of Clooth-na-Bare; Caoilte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling ...
"Deny your God!" they ringed me with their spears; Blood-crazed were they, and reeking from the strife; Hell-hot their hate, ...
Now Eddie Malone got a swell grammyfone to draw all the trade to his store; An' sez he: "Come along ...
O'er the dark pines she sees the silver moon, And in the west, all tremulous, a star; And soothing sweet ...
On this festive first of May, Wending wistfully my way Three sad sights I saw today. The first was such ...
At dawn of day the white land lay all gruesome-like and grim, When Bill Mc'Gee he says to me: "We've ...
Said Will: "I'll stay and till the land." Said Jack: "I'll sail the sea." So one went forth kit-bag in ...
Have ever you heard of the Land of Beyond, That dreams at the gates of the day? Alluring it lies ...
My rhymes are rough, and often in my rhyming I've drifted, silver-sailed, on seas of dream, Hearing afar the bells ...
I wonder 'oo and wot 'e was, That 'Un I got so slick. I couldn't see 'is face because The ...
"The North has got him." --Yukonism. I tried to refine that neighbor of mine, honest to God, I did. I ...
The cruel war was over -- oh, the triumph was so sweet! We watched the troops returning, through our tears; ...
Oh ye whose hearts are resonant, and ring to War's romance, Hear ye the story of a boy, a peasant ...
Someone's Mother trails the street Wrapt in rotted rags; Broken slippers on her feet Drearily she drags; Drifting in the ...
Cinderella in the street In a ragged gown, Sloven slippers on her feet, Shames our tidy town; Harsh her locks ...
Have you gazed on naked grandeur where there's nothing else to gaze on, Set pieces and drop-curtain scenes galore, Big ...
No soft-skinned Durham steers are they, No Devons plump and red, But brindled, black and iron-grey That mark the mountain-bred; ...
Earth's winter cometh And I being part of all And sith the spirit of all moveth in me I must ...
In a lone valley fair and far, Where many sweet beguilements are, I know a spot to lag and dream ...
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